Winter bliss, summer kisses
Those rainbows and sunsets we watch from the window frame
Laundry blues, kitchen bruises
Those cabinets of cutlery and spices I hardly know the name
Come, sit here and watch TV
those sitcoms we pretend to know the story
Half-hours of small nods and big laughs
Oblivious of the short time we have
You made me change the diapers and do the dishes
Under threat of having dinner with just broccolies
But those nudges on after-dawn mornings
Gentle kisses on after-office evenings
Say much more of love than Meg Ryan movies
Promise more happiness than the genie’s three wishes
Such a smile you had, such lips, such eyes
Such a tender hand, such ears, such kiss
Such complex PMS, such scary child-birth screams
Such pretty now-wrinkled face, such silken gray-hairs
For fifty years of this life I’m living
this much is a simple truth:
never a second I mind sharing
with you, a life wonderfully boring
